White roses...

Hallo Freunde, der Schulstress vor Weihnachten ist gewaltig. Es bleibt kaum mehr Zeit, um zwischendurch an meinen kreativen Arbeiten weiterzuschreiben.

Dennoch habe ich mich nicht davon abhalten lassen und will euch heute wieder einen Text aus meinem Projekt "Not a story not yet a poem" präsentieren.

Viel Spaß.

White roses, sleeping in darkest night,
Dreaming the sweetest dreams.
White roses,
Are the only ones
Who heard her screams.

White roses, never waking up,
Covered in darkest night.
White roses,
Are the only ones,
Who noticed her prayers.

White roses, their silence is deep,
They will never speak.
White roses,
Are the last ones
Who saw her here.

White roses, so beautiful,
Are now bloodstained,
White roses,
Are the only ones
Who know the blood isn’t hers.

Guilt

Hier wieder einmal ein Text für euch aus meinem Projekt "Not a story not yet a poem"
Viel Spaß damit:

A streetlamp’s flickering light
Reflecting in deepred blood.
A million stars above,
Like diamonds in dark eyes.

Soft red lips.
Blood on her hands,
Blood on her clothes,
Blood in her face.

And for a moment,
Everything around’s
Suffocating in silence,
Cold as death.

Finally he asked her,
What she was doing here-
“Nothing”, she said.
Her lips moved slightly.

Where the blood,
All over her body,
Would come from-
“Don’t know”, she said.

Where she would come from –
“From there”, she said,
rising her hand,
pointing at somthing covered in night.

He nodded,
And turned around.
“Just wait, I’ll be back
in a second”, he said.

Suddenly, a smile
Turned up in her face.
And as he bent down-
“I guess you won’t”, she muttered.

Still alive...

Ich war lange Zeit abwesend - schwer beschäftigt mit Schule. Doch heute habe ich Zeit gefunden, mich hier einmal wieder zu melden.
Erschreckt nicht, wenn sich das Design des Block jetzt öfter ändert, ich versuche, die Html zu verändern, sodass ich ein neues Layout kreiren kann.

One last perfect verse,
it's still the same old song,
O christ, how I hate,
what I have become.